The film is neither vulgar enough to denounce, nor gross enough to outrage. Pretty much avoidable

This film’s climax has a horny he-pug making out with various she-pugs at a pug-wedding! And all the heroes do when threatened is say, “Hum ordinary film ke hero hain.” As if we had to be emphatically told something that was pretty much obvious from the first scene of Kya Super Kool Hain Hum!

For some strange reason, the pug Sakru’s sex escapades get discussed in great detail throughout. He is a key cast member because he gets to play stud to bitches of various breeds at the vet’s and play the lover of the heroine’s mother who they say has been reborn as a she-pug. Unfortunately the heroes don’t enjoy as much luck or footage in their mating rituals.

The poor men, one a jobless dics (it’s not a spelling error, it’s a double meaning joke) jockey (Sid, Riteish Deshmukh) and one a struggling actor (Adi, Tusshar Kapoor), just aimlessly drift in and out of bizarre situations. There is one girl called BJ, another called Rosemary Marlow, one man is called Trippy Gulati and he, in a haze of substance consumption, tends to dry-hump people around him. Really. And these are just the side characters of the film.

Adi and Sid are jobless f^*&krs looking for respective career opportunities. But instead of finding work, they find themselves in love and a big mess. Adi’s love interest Simran (Neha Sharma) rejects his proposal by saying that she prefers girls while Sid’s love interest Anu (Sarah Jane Dias) believes that he prefers boys.

There are some rather cringe-worthy scenes to demonstrate this confusion. For instance, the scene where the girls wax eloquent about long big candles in suggestive ways, the constant dil-dola dildo-la references of Devdas, or the one where Sid goes parasailing with a homosexual character in the film behind him and then complains of the man’s phone vibrating!

The heroine has a millionaire father who hosts a cheat spiritual guru called 3G Baba (venerable Mr Chunky Pandey who has never shied away from hamming when needed) who talks to gods on satellite. The plot has nothing of consequence; it is just one sex gag after another till the film climaxes and shudders to the end.

There are of course many gross-good double entendre films and there are a whole lot of people out there who like them. But there are three reasons Kya Supercool doesn’t work. One of them is the absence of decent production values in the film. The props, the sets look really tacky and low budget. Surprisingly so for a Balaji production.

The second and more important reason is the gags. Writer-director Sachin Yardi has not taken even the minimum of effort to write any clever innuendo-ridden jokes. ‘Ane ragdo, mane chaat’, ‘This is twosome, that is threesome and I am handsome,’ ‘I am active partner, he’s the sleeping partner’ or Macho-de or Thakur ke haath kind of jokes now belong to the past generations. Surely there are better lines on sms-forwards these days, Mr Yardi.

Tushar and Riteish, of course, are not new to this genre of comedy. But they don’t seem to be taking that much effort either. Riteish looks particularly washed out. Tusshar looks perky but that scene showing his bum was highly avoidable. In fact why stop at that scene? The whole film is pretty much avoidable. Neither vulgar enough to denounce, nor gross enough to outrage, nor absurd enough to be funny, just plain indifferent and insipid.